Diana lay on her bed, hugging her pillow to her chest. She'd just had the most wonderful time with Batman. She thought that maybe he had a little too much to drink, but she couldn't out of her mind the expression on his face as he had sung to her:
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
When the first line had passed his lips, she had blushed outrageously. Was he talking about her bathroom habits? She knew that the food in Man's World disagreed with her, but still...
Thighs like what, what, what
Then she had understood. It wasn't a comment on her, uh, indigestion, but on some part of her body. Her thighs were like...something, and so her dumps must be...something else.
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
But she knew whatever that something else was, he really liked it. When he had sung the next line, he started to gyrate his hips, and then urged her to do the same, backing up against his pelvis. It had been odd, but exciting.
Uh
She didn't know if that was part of the song, or just an effect of her rump-rubbing, but she liked the way it sounded on his lips all the same.
I think to sing it again
He'd wanted to spend more time with her on the dance floor! He'd started singing more, obviously to keep her with him. Was it love?
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Trucks...he liked cars. This might be the ultimate compliment from a man from...well, Man's World. And, if Shayera was right and cars were just extensions of men's penises, then maybe Batman was hinting that his was the size of...Diana blushed, thinking about that. Unfortunately, there had really been no indication of that kind during the rump-rubbing.
Thighs like what what what
She really wanted to know what 'what what' was. She determined to ask him the next day.
All night long
Well, he had passed out not long after singing, but he had been up for 157 hours straight fighting crime. It was understandable. The key thing was that he wanted to stay up with her all night. Or down with her. She was never sure.
But surely he loved her.
Let me see that thong
She didn't have the heart to tell him that technically her star-spangled shorts were briefs, like grannies sometimes wore. Would he still find her sexy if he knew the difference?
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
She remembered how he really got down at this point, spinning around on his back in a move he called 'breakdancing'. Someone from the crowd had yelled 'Na na na na na na na na Batman!'. Obviously, they didn't hear the 'da' in the 'da na da na' part of the song, and just thought it was all 'na na's. Not that she could blame them. At that point, Batman hadn't been enunciating very well.
Baby make your booty go da na da na
She'd shaken her boot, and he'd given her a funny look. She'd quickly started rump-rubbing again. Oh, great Hera -- was that a truck?
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
"Show what?" she had asked.
That thong th thong thong thong
He'd pulled down his tights then, displaying his thong. He had a really cute butt, Diana had realized.
She practiced kissing him on her pillow. She was certain that he loved her now, thinking back to the song. She eyed her uniform, wondered if she had any scissors. It wouldn't take long to transform briefs into thong -- then they'd match.
Thong to thong. Forever.